A Friend of Mine

And so it begins.
But it's slow.
And it creeps.
And it's searching for that vital piece.
And it finds it.
And it constricts it.
And it breaks it.
And then it hits all at once.
And she wants to run.
And she wants to erupt.
But it all goes numb.
And the dead cannot be revived.

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